Yet the more perfect it all seemed, the more puzzled Charles felt.
Spending a fortune to build a platform, sheltering scattered mutants, sparing no effort to cultivate powerful individuals-did this mysterious founder of Vought really just want to create a safe haven for his own kind?
It all seemed far too strange, as though a deeper purpose lay behind it.
He set aside his thoughts and asked softly into the phone:
"Have you met the founder of Vought International? If we wanted to pay him a visit and discuss some important matters, would that be possible?"
Raven's voice grew a little hesitant as she answered honestly:
"I haven't met the founder yet. The highest-ranking person I've dealt with is an ordinary human named Roland, the head of the hero management department. She handles all our training and job assignments."
Charles glanced sideways at Moira beside him. After receiving an affirmative nod from her, he continued solemnly:
"Raven, sorry for the trouble, but please help me get in touch with Director Roland. We're working with the CIA now, and we've run into a difficult crisis. An unknown mutant faction is secretly plotting something sinister. Its leader is extremely powerful, and he has several mutants with exceptional abilities helping him. The two of us alone simply can't stand against them."
"I need our fellow mutants at Vought to help, and I'd also like to take this opportunity to visit your company's founder. I suspect he's very likely a mutant too. Only someone among the very best of our kind could build a support system like this. If you extend the invitation in the name of cooperation with the CIA, he probably won't refuse."
On the other end of the phone, Raven was slightly taken aback. She hadn't expected Charles to establish ties